Timelines are splitting, I can feel it, like never before; not just a choice of ways forked up ahead but a distinct parting from ways of old (either way).
Last night, I had a lucid dream that momentarily disoriented me, until I realised the reason for my confusion was that I was straddling two realities at once, with the subtlest of variances in the form of an object I was looking for being, apparently, in two places, left and right, in the same room; which should I reach for? I quickly realised this was what I was being shown; a divergence of timelines so stark you could almost see the splitting point of trajectories yet where the differences would become far less subtle, more detrimental, in next to no time if I hadn’t seen what I saw before acting out a choice. I never saw the ending, I woke up…only, really, we’re all still in the dream.
That’s what the next few weeks in our story feel like to me; I mean viscerally feel like with all of the senses, as it unfolds. The choice point of all choice points. The one we’ve been waiting for.
Yes, now is the time to really believe in the world you want to live in. Be the outcome you want.
The dream drove home to me the importance and urgency of us each holding the timeline we want in our grasp; not letting it go for some distraction or down-talk from anyone else. This can take some work but it mainly takes making some energetic boundaries regarding what we are prepared to hear, what we are prepared to engage in, even for a second because our vision can be burst in just the few seconds of disbelieving in it.
All this at such a potent, peaty time of year too. We’ve always tended to put a light in our window at All Hallows but now its as though we all have to remember to hang up a light in our soul to help watch over the hours of transition, lest our attention stray.
I’m optimistic…I am…but then I tend to feel from the bigger picture. Feel it though I do, I take the other versions, all the potential contractions, very seriously indeed. I will never come to a place of blaming myself for being off guard, asleep at the wheel, in these times; I keep watch with my energy and I hold steady, come what may.
Because whatever picture we each see ahead of us, however indistinctly through all the disorientation of these last months, which has been like the blind man’s buff game of all games, it’s still not the only picture available. We each have to choose our trajectory with our heart, not our head. Feel it; unfurl your sensors and really feel it beyond all the rabble, then believe in it. Don’t let’s miss it because we got distracted by the smokescreen of chaos. This is not a time to let the head take over; at every choice point, give primacy to the heart! We’re entering the age of the heart so the rules are all changing on the hoof…but love won’t just sweep in and rescue us; we have to BE it, LIVE it, in every moment.
So we choose with our feet, with our votes, our choices, our subscriptions, our allegiances, our lapses, our attitudes, our fears, our oversights, our apathies, our blaming, our distractions, our wounds, our blindspots, our addictions, our habits, our excuses. Time to brush them all up, or off; to get conscious, become the witness.
Now is also the time to invest with our attention; our full attention on what we really want, not what seems, what others talk about, what the papers say but what we really prefer and, if it doesn’t exist yet, get creative with our imagination. We need to energetically vote for the world we want to be living in, every moment of every day.
This might seem like betting on an unlikely horse, but just do it anyway. Dare to bet on it breaking out of the race altogether, to toss its mane and run free in some far brighter pasture up ahead. Keep your thoughts on that horse, see it cantering in the sunshine of another golden day, hold it clearly in your vision, feel what it would feel like to touch the horse, to be the horse, to be whatever gets you to this degree of liberty of experience, where endings no longer arrive pre-moulded in concrete by beings far less visionary…simply do whatever works for you.
Moment to moment, do what it takes to feed the state you need to be in to hold such a vision, be that listening to music, walking in nature, meditating, spending time on your own in some quiet place, painting, gardening, talking to other visionaries, being with animals, laughing, loving…we each know what to do…so lets do it for all these week’s of uncertainty, as our part to play.
We each, then, make of ourselves the pebble that ripples out in the water.